18-MONTHS-LATER
The sunlight filtered in through the cracks in the curtains, bathing the room in a limited glow. The illumination showing a master bedroom with an off-white carpet and walls that were half white and half sea-green wooden planks. The window was to the beds right and covered by cream-colored drapes. A grey high backed bed against the center of the wall with white sheets and two leather single benches at the foot of the bed, with an antique ottoman rug beneath the structure.
Two people slept in silence, the beeping of the alarm disrupting the peace.
A hand poked out from beneath the covers and fiddled with the device before turning it off, her ring glittering in the sunlight pouring in.
No soon had she
The car drove smoothly over the paved road as two men sat in the front with Arcangelo and his son in the back. The Mafia boss opted to wear a dark blue suit with a black undershirt as he typed on his phone, acting so at ease and relaxed as if though he weren't meeting with his enemies and fellow allies for an annual Mafia meeting.It was a tradition, that once the Mafia Boss's son turns 13, he attends his first annual meeting. It didn't matter if he attended the ones after that, but he had to attend the one following his 13th birthday to be introduced to the world of crime and corruption.Ironic, how men with morals and priorities did things that were immoral.As far as Salvatore knew, his late Uncle Onofrio and his father had attended their first meeting together. The current Boss had been ten at that time and scared witless because these were men with guns. It was scary, knowing that if yo
15 Years Later"Hah!" The man jolted awake with a gasp when a bucket of cold water was emptied over his head. Heaving and gasping, his gaze darted around frantically, bile rising in his throat when he realized he was bound to a chair. His stomach churned in unease the moment his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit surroundings which consisted of multiple tables standing in the desolate shadows, the chairs stacked on top.The sound of a chair being lowered behind him had the man's skin crawling with fear, the bullet wound in his thigh bleeding and pulsating with pain. The wooden legs screeched against the marble flooring as the chair was brought to be resting in front of the captive.He didn't dare look up, his blood rushing through his veins as he shook with suppressed anxiety. The sound of rustling fabric was accompanied by the musky scent of his captor
The sun began to recede behind the mountains by the time Salvatore returned back to his estate."What do I have left?" He closed the car door behind him, looking down at his watch once more."The files and an inspection of the nightclubs, sir," Tazio got in sync with his steps."Move the inspection to another day, and bring the files to my personal study,""Not the office, sir?""No," Salvatore shook his head and he made his way towards the marble staircase, stopping short as a thought occurred to him. "Also, call my Consigliere. Tell him I want to meet as soon as possible.""Of course,"With the instructions given, The Mafia Boss made his way up one flight of stairs before going up another. On the second floor, he walked down the immaculate hallway, the white marble glinting in the bright lig
The closet doors stood open with more clothes strewn out than inside; littering the room and the bed with a young man seated in the corner, watching the clothes flying out one by one."What am I supposed to wear!?" The girl pulled out a red dress, standing before the full-length mirror before throwing it onto the bed. "This is the worst birthday ever!"Her brown tresses were all over the place as her green eyes looked around her hopelessly."Happy birthday?" The boy in her corner spoke timidly as she glared at him. "I'll help you.""Please." She flopped onto her clothes. "The lunch is in a few hours and I couldn't sleep all night because of the anxiety.""I'm coming with you, right?" The boy mixed and matched a silk blouse with leather pants before shaking his head. "To the lunch, I mean.""Of course, Luca," The girl
Throughout the weekend, Nicole had been avoiding her mother, afraid of what she would have to say regarding her fiancé. She never left her room, even went so far as to locking herself in with food being brought to her, and sleep had become a vice. She couldn't manage to get a wink of sleep, anxiety, and a racing heart having her stay up, and when she finally managed to close her eyes she was awoken by knocking, her white Husky standing up on her bed and barking at the door."Percy, shut up!" She slurred at the dog, placing a hand on its snout as she snuggled into her comforter. "The door is open!" Nicole resumed calling over her shoulder.She waited for her best friend's exasperation as she couldn't bring herself to care much for his irritation, groaning into her pillow and she cocooned herself into her blanket."It appears you didn't receive my message,"Nico
Nicole had spent the last two weeks doing various wedding preparations and the time was finally here for her to walk down the altar. During that time, she and Salvatore had interacted a little since they had to corporate on all the wedding errands. She didn't get the big white wedding she wanted, instead, they compromised on a simple and small June wedding in a church.She had just met the man less than a month ago and now she was marrying him.The sudden realization had her stomach twist in discomfort and she found herself clutching the front of her silk robe, her bridesmaids all too busy setting everything up for them to notice the evident distress Nicole was experiencing."Come on!" One of them turned to her, blissfully ignorant to her emotional turmoil. "Let's get you fitted into the dress!"A knock on the door had everyone look up, seeing Rosalie sta
Salvatore's eyes fluttered open on their own, inhaling sharplyhe turned onto his back before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand before the movementbeside him drew his attention to his right. He stared at the back of the head for a second, before remembering it was his wife and that he had gotten married just yesterday. Looking at the wedding ring on his left hand, he played around with it for a second before glancing at the time displayed on his phone.7:15 a.m.Pushing the blanket off him, he swung his legs over the edge and ran a hand through his hair. Picking up the phone on the side table, he pressed the dial and waited."Bonjour," The man greeted. "Good morning. This is room service, how can I help you?" He asked in a thick French accent."Bonjour," Salvatore rubbed a hand ov
“Before we go to your estate, can we drop by home for a second, I need to pick up Percy.” Nicole looked away from her window towards Salvatore who was driving the car. “Percy?” “My husky, Persephone,” “You…you have a Siberian Husky named after the Greek goddess of spring?” Salvatore chuckled. “Why not Khione - the Greek goddess of winter?” “Ha-ha, make all the fun you want, I need to pick her up. And I named her Persephone because she loves spring and rolling around in flowers,” Nicole scrunched up her nose at his teasing. “You don’t mind